My Old Home Place

I 'm writing about my Grandma's old home place when I was growing up. I would always spend the whole the summer with her. She has a nice old antique farm house on 10 acres of land. She would always have three huge gardens plus blackberries, grapevines, figs bushes and a persimmon tree. She always made jellies, jams, puddings, cakes. She was a jack of all trades. It's a special place for me and I hold it very close to my heart. The house was green with black shutters, big covered front porch, big out building where she kept all her farming equipment. She had four tillers, two riding mowers a push mower and all of her hand tools plus she had a big chef size oven cause she did wedding cakes for people. I remember waking every morning at four o clock to get up eat breakfast and be out in the gardens by 5am. She taught me how to plant vegetables and to harvest them. She would plant anything from tomatoes, potatoes, okra, collards greens, beets, string beans, pole beans, purple hull beans, cabbage, carrots, and corn. Corn was my favorite to plant and harvest cause the raccoons would always eat our corn so we set up traps and caught the coons; then we took them out in the country and turned them loose. Also I can remember the numerous days of waking up and picking the crops. My favorite was picking the corn by the bushels basket and sitting on the front porch shucking the ears of corn so we could can corn or have fresh corn on the cob. Plus I remember the nights we would sit and shell purple hull peas and watch a Atlanta Braves game while doing it and our fingers turning purple. We always stayed busy with all the crops we had planted plus her doing wedding cakes for people so we stayed busy. I also did all the mowing and spraying the crops for bugs.
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